Page 47 of A Baby for the Beast
I bite down on my lower lip so hard I'm surprised I'm not tasting blood. Hayley's belly returns to its normal position as I take over for a second. This could very well be a fragile moment for Hayley, so I purr for her. I love how, even though it sounds awful, it does relax her.
I reach for my dick this time, holding it up so she can sink onto me, and oh, I'm definitely not lasting long. And as if to make that even more clear, as soon as I lift her belly again, Hayley starts riding me like she's a fucking pro. Pregnant or not, the woman can ride a cock like it's her job, and fuck me if I'm not about to take full advantage of this any time I'm allowed out.
I don't even know what to do other than grip her hips, pray that I can last until she's found her own release, and then just shove my knot so far inside her that I feel her squeeze every last drop of come from my balls.
That's what I do, too.
Ignoring Remus, I growl as Hayley sinks further, teasing my knot by stretching around it just barely before pulling herself off. God, she might actually kill me.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good," I groan.
I want to reach up and cup her tits or wrap my hand around her neck and hold her, but I don't do anything different. She likes having the pressure of the baby off her, and it's helping her get more pleasure out of this. Not to mention, there's a good chance I blow if I change anything, and I still need to get my teeth in her.
I push myself up, my abdominals being useful for something other than looking nice and taking punches for once. Hayley squeaks out a sound of surprise, sliding further down my cock and almost fully seating herself on my knot.
"Keep riding, Hayley. You're not done."
It's a little awkward to sit up without any support at my back while I'm also groping Hayley, keeping her close, and attempting to give her enough space to fuck herself silly on me. But with a hell of a lot of willpower and screaming abs, I manage to get into a position where my mouth reaches her neck, and she can still ride me.
"Lucas, please," Hayley cries out, her fingers pressing hard into my thighs as I tease the place I want to sink my teeth into.
I lick her scent gland once, twice, until her breathing hiccups, and she slides herself fully onto my knot, locking us together. I bite down fast and hard, her orgasm coming out like a scream as she tries to strangle me with the way her pussy constricts aroundmy knot, pulling my come out of me like she's desperate for it. Like she needs it.
"Fuck yes," Hayley groans.
I want to agree with her, but my mouth is full. She loosens her hold on the back of my head, and I start shimmying us backward so I can lean a little bit against the headboard to give my abs a break. I make it maybe an inch before Hayley starts to roll onto her side, trying to kill me by yanking my dick off. I let go of her shoulder in an instant, thinking something has to be fucking wrong if she's trying to get us unstuck.
"Oh!" She looks over her shoulder with wide, panicked eyes. Does it kind of feel like my whole dick was trying to be pulled off my body? Yes, but I don't think Hayley did it on purpose. "I thought we were going to spoon."
I swallow the cry that I managed to keep locked down when my cock and I were almost separated from one another, and give her a quick nod. I don't trust my voice not to have gone up a few octaves, so she'll have to wait a second for some words.
I help get us situated on our sides as Hayley tries desperately to get a better look at me because she's worried. It isn't until I have her pregnancy pillow tucked up on her front that I finally think I can speak without sounding like I haven't hit puberty yet.
"Thank you for letting me bite you," I tell her, brushing my nose against the back of her head and inhaling her scent.
"I'm sorry I almost hurt you," Hayley says, her fingers fidgeting in front of her. I wrap my arm around her and cover her hands with mine. There was no almost about it, but now is not the time to make that distinction.
"It's okay." I kiss her neck, taking care not to press against her new bite just yet. "I'm just happy I have you." I release her hand to press my palm to her abdomen. "I'm glad I have both of you."
"I need to bite you too," Hayley says with a yawn, apparently no longer feeling bad about almost turning me into a eunuch.
No, even worse is that her words have Remus coming out in full force, wanting to figure out a way to get Hayley's mouth close enough to our neck that she can bite us right now. It doesn't matter that while he's freaking out, our little mate is falling asleep. He'll figure it out eventually, and until then, I'm just going to enjoy knowing Hayley's both of ours now.
18
Hayley
God, I really am a lucky fucking omega. I mean, how could I not think that I'm the luckiest woman in the world when I'm maybe ten feet away from Lucas, all sweaty and flexed and doing pull-ups in the doorway. He knows what he's doing to me, there's no way he doesn't, because I can feel myself perfuming for him. His composure breaks when a needy whimper leaves me, my feigning not to notice him by pretending to watch television no longer working. His lips curl up in a knowing smirk before he uncrosses his ankles and drops his feet back down to the ground.
"See something you like, omega?" Lucas asks, walking over to me. I ignore him, pretending to be engrossed in the dating show I'm watching. Of course, he doesn't take my fake disinterestseriously. No, he stands between me and the TV, which is honestly better than any show.
"What are your plans for the day?" Lucas asks me, his hands on his hips, looking down at me like he has a couple of things he'd like for me to do today.
"Pretty sure I'm going to plot your murder with Lilah and Janie," I tell him, fluttering my lashes. He lets out a short bark of laughter, stepping closer to me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up the wide expanse of his chest, his muscles glistening with a slight sheen of sweat from the exercises he's been doing.
"I don't think you have it in you to kill me," Lucas says, cupping my cheek, which I traitorously nuzzle into.
I might be mad that he's fighting Kyle tonight, but that doesn't stop me from caring about him. Hell, the longer we've been together, the more my feelings have grown, and we're at the point where even if I don't scent match him when I finally get my sense of smell back, I know he's it for me. Okay, yeah, the bites in our necks kind of said that too, but those tie us to one another. They don't force our feelings to grow. They just give us the comfort of permanence that makes it easier for those feelings to grow.
